This is the seventh photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the sixth photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the fifth photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the fourth photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the third photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the second photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
This is the first photograph in my photo series entitled What a Dancer Needs, which I am unveiling all this week. All copyright is my own, please do not use these images without my written permission. Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or critiques in the comments below!
I’ve lived in the same suburb of Portland my entire life. We moved once, but only up the street into a house with new construction. How first world of us. During junior high and high school I often hated our suburb. I was different from most of my classmates: I wasn’t particularly interested in sports, my…
Dear Logan, Preemptive disclaimer: you’re not going to believe any of this. You’re 11. You’re highly concerned about what other kids will think of you. Psychologically, you have a hard time realizing that everyone is too worried about themselves to think about you and your imperfections. That’s not your fault, but in 5 years you’ll…
This post brought to you by my inability to sleep on my red-eye flight to Atlanta, the first leg in my frustratingly long journey back to Ithaca to start my second semester of college. I’ve done a fair amount of traveling in the past 24 hours, so I’m already over it. I was impatient on…
Victim to Charm 